ladywrites
09-06-2006, 05:23 AM
The night visitor
It happened again last night.
That, which by day visits me not, visited me then.
It locked me with its dreadful eyes ,
And was not sated by mere fear.
It demands of me a price,
Too much for my minds purse,
Takes me from rationality ,
To insanity.
Its road is pitted once,
Then smooth and slippery as ice.
It either sends me sprawling, helpless,
Or sets me sliding downwards.
I descend to the beast,
Feet rushing to meet my destiny.
And though I beg
It does not cease its pull.
But, (ah beautiful but ! ),
As I seem doomed to perish,
A sound outside crashes me back to reality.
No more the terror of the dark nightmare,
For day is here and will be well.
Until the dream begins again
It happened again last night.
That, which by day visits me not, visited me then.
It locked me with its dreadful eyes ,
And was not sated by mere fear.
It demands of me a price,
Too much for my minds purse,
Takes me from rationality ,
To insanity.
Its road is pitted once,
Then smooth and slippery as ice.
It either sends me sprawling, helpless,
Or sets me sliding downwards.
I descend to the beast,
Feet rushing to meet my destiny.
And though I beg
It does not cease its pull.
But, (ah beautiful but ! ),
As I seem doomed to perish,
A sound outside crashes me back to reality.
No more the terror of the dark nightmare,
For day is here and will be well.
Until the dream begins again